Fic: RR&R Book IV (1a/?) NC17 see header for pairings

Title: Repercussions, Reactions and Retaliation Book IV

Author: The Bear!

Spoilers: None really, this is in the Triadverse AU and follows RR&R Book III (it’s about a month later)

Pairing: Willow/Buffy/Tara Joyce/Giles Dawn/Xander Faith/Non-BtVS Characters

Summary: An enemy begins a campaign to bring down the Scoobies; plus, the Watcher’s Council is coming to town, but I repeat myself.

Warnings: NC17 (People will be having hot, sweaty, sticky, kinky, yummy sex in this story! (This chapter definitely has some smut in it.) If that offends you, feel free to PISS OFF)

Disclaimer: If I owned ‘em, they’d have to show it on the Xstasy Network.

Author’s Note: there’s a song in this chapter: info posted at the end.

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Chapter 1

“Ok, tell to me again why we don’t just eat her?” One vampire asked impatiently.

The leader of the group backhanded the questioner with a meaty-sounding thwack. “You idiot!” his annoyed voice filled the air of the small, low cavern—only about seven meters across.

“Vampires, always thinking with their teeth!” came the annoyed mutter from the only female—as well as the only human—in the room.

“Tell me again about this...libertarian amulet...thingie,” the leader of the vampires ordered in what was obviously an attempt at a commanding voice.

“Libitinan, not libertarian!” she exclaimed in annoyance. “Libitina is the roman goddess of death, libertarian is a highly rational, though poorly accepted political ideology.” she explained in a tone of voice that one might hear from someone speaking to a very young—perhaps even retarded—child.

“Right, death-goddess, whatever,” the vamp leader said dismissively. “Get back to the good part.”

“Look, it’s old, it’s powerful and any vampire that wears it will be basically invulnerable,” she blurted exasperatedly.

“Ahh, yeah! That’s the good part!”

The vampire that had espoused eating her earlier was sitting on the floor, looking sullen. “If it’s so friggen powerful, why’s she giving it away?” he muttered.

The look on the vampire leader’s face made a glacially slow transition from a cocky smile to a confused frown as the concept of a possibly nefarious motive made what was clearly its very first appearance in his mind. “Hey...” he began, no doubt about to ask the same question.

“Finally!” she said with a shake of the head. “Two reasons: One, it’s an amulet that belonged to the goddess of death and corpses. That means it only works on vampires...well, I suppose it would work on zombies too.... Anyway, I—not being a corpse of either, or any sort—can’t use it. Two, I also can’t kill the Slayer, which is what I expect you’ll do once you are free from the threat of being dusted.”

“Hey, I’m not afraid of the Slayer!” the vamp leader exclaimed, clearly offended by the implication.

A chorus of agreement rose up amongst the rest of the vampires, though their darting looks somewhat belied the veracity of their fortitude.

“Of course not,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “You live in a tiny cave in the middle of the forest by choice.”

“Damn right!” the vampire leader said, exuding satisfied vindication.

“Whatever,” she said tiredly. “Look, do we have a deal or not?”

Another look of consternation came across the vampire leader’s face and she quickly reiterated, “I give you the amulet, you kill the Slayer—deal?”

“Right, sure; kill the Slayer, no problemo!” he said arrogantly.

She closed her eyes and gave serious thought to reconsidering the plan...for about a second. Then she remembered what was at stake. With a resigned sigh, she pulled the amulet out of her bag and underhanded it across the small cave. Quickly she spun on her heel and walked out of the cave and into the sunlight before any of them might figure out that she no longer had any value to them beyond the intrinsic value of a tasty meal.

“Morons!” she groused to herself on the way out. “Men, vampires, and certainly men that are vampires! They’re all idiots!”

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‘Man, this relationship stuff is getting seriously unreal,’ Faith thought with a slight smile on her face. After an afternoon Scooby-meeting, she was returning to her lovers’ house. ‘Just walking up to this house is making me feel better about stuff, how weird is that?’

‘All day, all I could think about was freaking Council-man coming to see me, and now all I’m thinking is I’m about to get some food, and some fun!’ she thought with anticipation. ‘Well, almost all...’ she added with a frown as a pang of worry caused her stomach to tighten, though to less an extent than it had been during patrol.

“Least I don’t feel like puking again,” she muttered as she approached the door.

Warm feelings again washed away the worry as she fished her key ring out of the snug pocket in her leather pants. Holding it up in front of her face, she stared at the two keys—one to her practically uninhabited apartment, the other to the door before her. ‘Jeeze, I still can’t get over this...’ she thought, awash in recent memory.

“Here, Faith. I wanted to make sure I gave you this before you went out tonight,” Beth’s voice had attracted the Slayer’s attention from the comic book she’d been reading.

“What’s this for?” Faith had questioned, seeing a shiny brass key dangling from Beth’s outstretched hand.

“It’s for you, silly,” Beth had said with a wide smile.

“We wanted you to have it,” Alex had said, his voice almost hesitant. “We know you have your own place, but...”

“We just wanted you to know that you’re welcome here anytime...all the time,” Beth had completed his thought.

“Our house is your house,” Alex had added—the cliché overridden by the deep emotion in his voice.

“Our home is your home, Faithy,” Beth had said with equally deep emotion.

Memories of the sex that had followed caused Faith’s breath to quicken and the only tightness in her was in her loins as she opened the door. ‘Home...’ she thought as though trying the word on for size.

“Hey guys,” she called out as she entered, still not completely comfortable with the concept.

“In the kitchen Faithy!” Beth’s voice rang out.

Faith smiled. “Damn, that smells good!” she said, food hunger rising to compete with the ever-present sexual hunger.

“You’re just in time, Bethy’s making Polack Pasta,” Alex said teasingly as Faith entered the kitchen.

“Hey!” Beth immediately protested, looking up from the sauce she was stirring to glare at her husband. “Polish pasta!” she corrected.

“Isn’t that what I said?” Alex asked Faith, his _expression_ and tone portraying innocence.

“You should know better than to make fun of the woman who cooks like a fricken chef, and can cross her legs behind her head without using her hands,” Faith jokingly chastised.

Alex stepped toward her, sliding one hand around her waist and the other up into her hair at the nape of her neck. He pulled her sharply toward him so that their pelvises thumped together.

Faith’s eyes slipped half-shut when his hot breath washed over her lips as he said, “Mmm, you say the sexiest things, Lover!” She moaned her response into his mouth as he punctuated his statement with a deep, soft, searching kiss.

Amongst the erotic visions that filled Faith’s mind whenever he kissed her was the routine amazement, ‘Damn but he can kiss!’ Her breath came heavy and her eyelids slowly fluttered open when he finally released her. “You keep that up and dinner’s gonna get cold!” she exhaled in a lust-thickened voice.

Soft, feminine hands gently turned her face to the side as Beth playfully warned, “Oh no you don’t! You’re going to need to eat now if you want to keep your strength up later!” Again any possible response from Faith was cut off by and ardent kiss.

Her hands made their way to Beth’s hair as she kissed back with all of her passion and desire. She was gratified to see a similar reaction to her own when the kiss ended.

Beth took a deep breath and licked her lips before rasping, “Now, be a good girl and help Alex set the table. Dinner’s almost ready.”

“Bossy little thing, isn’t she?” Alex teased lightly as he opened up a drawer and began pulling out the flatware.

“Dunno, I kinda got the impression you liked bossy, stud!” Faith teased right back, rubbing her body up against his as she passed to get to the plates. ‘Oh yeah, like putty in my hands,’ she thought with feminine pride as Alex sighed and the clear evidence of his arousal bulged the front of his slacks.

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Faith polished off her third helping of pasta as Alex and Beth finished their second and first respectively. “Man that was fricken good!” she complimented with satisfaction. “It tasted really different than what I expected...I mean for pasta. I dunno, it’s like it...felt different on my tongue?” she said, trying to describe her experience.

“It’s the vodka in the sauce,” Beth said with a grin.

“Vodka?” Faith asked in surprise. “You mean you put booze in the sauce?”

Alex laughed while Beth tried to explain; “There are certain flavors in the tomatoes that don’t come out with water or oil, only with alcohol. That, plus the vodka breaks down the tomato’s flesh, giving it that texture, like silky and grainy all at once.”

“Huh,” Faith grunted. Shaking her head, she said, “Well, whatever it does, it must fricken work, cause that tasted amazing!”

“Thank you Faith,” Beth said with a warm smile. “I’m really glad you enjoyed it.”

“Yes, Bethy,” Alex piped in. “It was delicious, one of my favorites.”

Beth just smiled warmly at him.

A momentary silence descended upon the trio—no one spoke for several moments.

Alex’s smile dimmed somewhat as he broke the silence. “Faith, can I ask you something?” he said, reaching over to take her hand.

“Shoot,” Faith said with a shrug, a bit of a chill feeling forming inside her.

“Well, I wondered if there’s something bothering you...” he began. “It’s just, several times during dinner you seemed to get this pensive, worried look on your face...” he trailed off.

“Did something happen at your meeting?” Beth asked when Faith didn’t immediately respond.

‘It’s times like this when it’s still hard,’ she thought introspectively. ‘I still have a fricken hard time opening up about feelings and stuff...I so want to just blow it off.’ Looking into the eyes of her lovers, Faith saw only concern and caring. ‘Trust, trust, trust...remember?’ she asked herself. ‘You can trust them.’

She took a deep shuddering breath and spoke. “Ok, you remember when I told you about the watchers and stuff...”

Dark looks crossed both Alex and Beth’s faces. “They tried to kidnap you and take you back to England.” Beth said with a seething anger that seemed foreign on her normally sweet face.

“Yeah, that’s them,” Faith said, her heart warmed by her lover’s reaction. “Anyway, it’s just that one of them is coming here and I’m supposed to talk with him...”

Identical looks of incredulousness came over Alex and Beth—jaws dropped open and eyes wide with shock.

“Hey, it ain’t as bad as it sounds. It’s just one guy and his toady assistant. It’s not like they’re sending a hit squad like last time.”

“But...but...” Alex stammered, shaking his head. Beth’s hand shot out to grip Faith’s free hand and it looked like she wanted to say something, but no words came out of her gaping mouth.

“Seriously, guys, it ain’t that big a thing. Scoobies got it covered—Watcher-man’d have to be wicked stupid to pull anything. ‘Specially after what happened to the last guys they sent.”

A slight grin overcame their looks of shock. ‘Yeah, that was pretty fricken funny,’ Faith thought, remembering when she’d told her lovers about the ‘gift-box’ Buffy, Willow and Tara had sent back to the council.

“Sorry,” Alex said, chagrinned. “It’s just...the thought of them...hurting you...”

“Taking you...” Beth breathed out, sounding horrified.

“Hey, don’t sweat it,” Faith said, her voice suddenly choked up. “I mean, I appreciate...” she trailed off, embarrassed.

‘Just say it!’ she chastised herself. ‘Step up, Faith. Tell them how you feel!’

Her eyes dropped to the table as she whispered, “It makes me feel better...knowing you guys, like...care about me and stuff.”

They stood up in silent harmony and pulled her to her feet, wrapping her in a tight embrace.

“We do,” Alex rasped.

“So much!” Beth agreed fervently.

Tears slipped free from Faith’s eyes at the affirmation.

Of one accord, Alex and Beth released Faith from the embrace and guided her toward the bedroom. “Let us show you just how much!” Beth whispered hotly in her ear as they went.

‘Damn, sometimes it’s actually good to be me!’ Faith thought joyfully.

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“Faith, oh God, you feel so good Faith!” Alex’s voice rasped in her ear, causing chills to run through her flesh. She was sitting on his lap, his erection buried deep inside her as she arched her back against his chest. Her head was thrown back as she gasped air into her burning lungs.

“So good!” Faith agreed in a gasp. Beth was kneeled before her, mouth on one breast, hands playing with the other breast and her clit—each erogenous zone sending shooting spikes of pleasure straight to her brain.

“Harder Bethy! Bite it!” she cried out, her hands moving up Beth’s back and into her hair, pushing her lover’s head into her breast. “Oh, God! Just like that!”

Beth pinched one nipple hard, while biting down on the other. The combined jolts of pain were enough to send Faith over the edge, squealing “Yes!” out loud.

‘Love this, love it!’ she exulted in her mind as Beth quickened her already furious rubbing on Faith’s swollen button. Alex grabbed Faith by the hips and began to shove her down to meet his upward thrusts—each meeting of their bodies making a loud smack and sending Faith bouncing upward only to be shoved right back down again.

“Oh hell yes!” Faith growled, her sex still contracting around Alex’s pounding cock. “Drive it home stud! Pound that big fat dick up in me!”

“Jesus, Faith!” he growled right back, increasing the speed of his thrusts. “God I love being inside you! So much!”

Faith spasmed even harder when he sucked her earlobe into his mouth and bit down. “Alex!” she squeaked, clamping down involuntarily on him.

“Gahh!” he cried, releasing her earlobe and slamming her down onto him one last time, holding her there while he unloaded inside of her.

‘Love how that feels!’ she reveled in the feeling of his cum flooding inside her.

Beth released her breasts and sat back with a wide smile. “Mmm Faithy,” she hummed in obvious delight. “I think Alex made me desert!”

“Huh?” Faith asked, her mind still hazy with post-coital endorphin overload.

“Cream-filled Faithy—my favorite!” Beth crooned, licking her lips.

“Ohh,” Faith breathed out. Suddenly she was pulled up and off of Alex’s fading erection, onto her knees. Beth turned her around and within moments Faith found herself facing Alex—still reclined against the headboard. She looked down to see Beth’s closed eyes and the top of her head down below her.

Faith felt her knees being pushed apart until her sloppy-wet pussy was right on top of Beth’s mouth. “Mmm, Bethy!” she hummed as her lover’s soft tongue began to lave her sex, loud slurping sounds coming from her as Beth delved after her desired cream.

She looked up at her other lover and smiled at the look of satisfaction on his face. “Hey stud,” she whispered when his eyes met hers.

“Hey gorgeous,” he replied softly.

“I think you gave Bethy a pretty big desert there! She said, humming in pleasure as she was licked and sucked.

“Gimme a couple minutes and I’ll give her a dose of her own,” he replied lasciviously.

“Oh yeah?” Faith said, her eyes traveling down his tight, fit body to the glistening flesh between his legs. “Maybe I can help!” She immediately bent forward and slurped his semi-erect cock into her mouth.

‘Yum, I taste good on him!’ she thought salaciously as she worked to return him to a fully erect state. ‘Only fair I help him out so he can fix me a little Bethy-cream-pie of my own!

Humming in delight at Beth’s attentions helped quickly bring Alex back to full tumescence. She released him with a loud pop and said, “Now, why don’t you go make me a little desert?”

Alex pulled her up for a deep, wet kiss before responding. “You got it, Lover!” he said low and sexy, moving off the bed.

Faith pushed herself upright, thinking, “I gotta watch this!”

“Faithy!” Beth whined at the loss of contact.

“Don’t worry Bethy, you ain’t finished yet!” Faith replied as she turned around and settled herself back down on Beth’s face, this time facing down to the foot of the bed.

She was just in time to see Alex take his wife’s legs and pull them flat against his chest—her feet on either side of his face—before sinking himself into her with a deep grunt.

“This relationship stuff beats the fricken hell out of ‘get some, get gone’!’ Faith thought with lusty satisfaction as Beth pushed her toward another orgasm.

Within a few minutes, Faith was cumming hard again, and so was Beth if her loud squeals against Faith’s sex were any indication. It took Alex another minute before he too came with a shuddering grunt.

Faith had recovered sufficiently that she licked her own lips and said, “Mmm, desert!”

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